Happy Birthday Mom

Yep... its another birthday post. Irony is a common thing amongst birthday's in my family. This one started one. My mom is 24 hours younger than my dad. My mom claims that he kept everyone up in the nursery but from what I can gather my mom is a pretty hefty snorer herself.

But over all my little Tribute to my Mom.

"To understand a mother's love, bear your own children."
-- Chinese Proverb

Oh how true this statement is! Moms were not always the smartest. Or were they?

My mom is pretty smart. She teaches third grade. Without that pivotal time in life we would never write cursive, and learn it well enough to later in life write like her in order to sign our self out of school. She is smart enough to know that we did it to.

As I grew older and my mom became my friend we had our tough times and sad times and leave me a lone times. But whenever I needed her I had her there. Until I was a mother I didn't know. I honestly didn't know.

The night that Tyler was born my mom stayed in my room while everyone else went about their business. She sat in the corner. She answered my random questions when I woke up throughout the evening.

She came up almost every weekend. I as in pumping and heard my mom getting excited outside the room about 3 weeks after Ty was born. She was getting excited because he was opening his eyes for the first time. She was so excited.

She was more than happy to take her turn when Ty was all ready for some grandma time. She just sat there. I would say she wasn't crying but that would be a lie. But she would just hum. Hum and hug.


The thing about Grandma's is they are always suppose to come when something goes wrong. My mom is that grandma. I have told the story of her running down the hall while I had my stomach staples torn out of my body and the clots just rubbed out. She never stops being a mom. She was on her momma bear edge.

She also steps in when I can't. She did that for me more times than I can count. I can't express to you the feeling of desperation that I felt more times than once as they poke Ty as I held him down. As she stepped in to help me be the mom it gave me the greatest sense of love, admiration and pure gratitude.



The times she would come up in emergency times gave me and Dallas the time we needed to regroup. They would stand by his bed and watch. Waiting.

This last year with 2 surgeries behind us I know in Utah she was in knots. I know when I called crying she felt helpless. I know she felt the need to be there and to stand by his bed. But we made it. All because she taught me to be a good mom.

As they have come to visit we have watched her interact with Tyler. She reads him books and she hugs him and she tries to get him to do Eskimo kisses.The next trip I am sure that he will be much more willing to play. Grandma does read the best stories ever.



My mom is a wonderful mother. She is a great teacher, she is a wonderful grandmother. She would do anything she could to make their life easier. I appreciate her input when I call asking about Ty and his needs and where in the education world we should go.

But most of all. Since I was a little girl I know that my mom prayed and still does pray for me. She is specific in her asking. She wants me to succeed. She prays for my child that he will be all that he can be. I love her for that.

Happy Birthday mom.


PS. Happy Birthday Chelsie.